Not My City

As a Bostonian, the marathon bombings have greatly disturbed me. I was at the one mile marker but I was supposed to be at the finish line. I just suppose someone was lookin over me that day.

No, no
This isn't right.
We came to run,
Not to fight.

25 miles
1 to go
Don't go too fast
Don't go too slow

Life and death
It's a scary situation
Being caught in between
Are those watching in anticipation

It's nothing but a nightmare
A boom and a crash
Fire and a flash.
My mind is rejecting reality.

Because you don't bomb my city.
This beautifully insane sanctuary.
You don't know Boston like I do.
You don't know these people like I do.

They are warriors.
They are fighters
They are angels.
They are devils.
They are everything in between.

We have won our battles
And earned our stripes.
We have done our jobs
And fought with might.

But you still attack us
On our own holiday
While it leaves most speechless
I've got one thing to say:

You don't do that here.
Not in my city.
Not on my streets.
And definitely not to my people.